A Life Of Tears
To escape your reality,
you tend to sleep your days away.
Yet, at night, you prowl dark alleys,
where scary shadows go to play.
The night air reeks of foul odors
masking the scent of cheap cologne.
And paranoia bows your head;
in hopes that you'll be left alone.
You find your drug dealer, lurking
behind a smelly garbage bin.
And he's eying you with contempt;
while wearing a cynical grin.
Sneering, he demands more money
for half a gram of stepped-on dope.
And yet, your need outweighs the cost
as you swallow your pride and cope.
Drugs use chemical delusions
to camouflage a life of tears.
And instantly, all of your pain
just magically disappears.
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